Thoughts go the same and everything he sees is old.
New friends, old traits.
He’s luck is not he’s happiness.
It’s only a fool that says work is done, when you look for perfection, in both heart and mind.
When only a ghost can soothe a men’s desire for perfection, the men is still a boy.
Still thoughts go the same and everything he sees is old.
As long, he is still a boy.
Notes from a Time Traveller by Elke Stevens 
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